| C'mon, don't worry, let me hug my brother,
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| Sad eyes, five grams of fluff in the pocket.
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| And that winter that began in summer,
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| She led into the swamp and drowned the kid in it.
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| Muscovy to order and false teeth.
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| Opera, hucksters, lethal, witnesses.
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| The smells of Coco Chanel in the Marin in the salon.
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| A crowd of unshaven people on my balcony.
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| Smile from ear to ear, see you tomorrow.
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| It still rings in my ears and means so much.
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| And what was good luck turned into bad luck
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| And to x * I the people were in shock. |
| Not otherwise.
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| Autumn again. |
| They ask me to change my mind.
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| We have other topics, x * d understand where the legs are.
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| I forgot the last time I ate at home,
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| Garbage said that my face is familiar.
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| It happens. |
| I don't deny being a saint.
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| Yes, I'm not smart, I just know a lot.
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| I have enough when my brother sleeps.
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| And falling asleep, before going to bed, like everyone else, I dream.
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| Press equally, information from the press.
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| And if so, I have an uncle in Odessa.
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| Collect the bag, let it lie in advance,
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| Time is short and constantly late.
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| Chorus:
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| I understood a lot, but only belatedly
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| And those conversations are now only in the mind.
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| And that autumn with pictures in my head,
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| Known only to me.
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| According to the shchilyans were in the same garden,
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| And here they are standing in self-made masks in a dark padik.
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| They ran for a long time, people were panicking.
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| In the evening, cigars and cold Heineken.
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| Pine forest and again the smell of pine needles,
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| So dear, so sincere for both.
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| Luxury rooms, bars, restaurants,
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| And more often they were killed than drunk.
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| Clouds again, but I would have a better life,
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| Otherwise, it's just boring.
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| Go fuck yourself! |
| Why are you tormenting me with questions?
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| At courses that everyone will get everything.
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| Abshuhi, someone's birthday
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| Misunderstandings. |
| As a result, the fight continues.
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| The hands are painted. |
| String and paste.
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| And I adjusted it to many, I still have the dragon.
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| Chorus:
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| I understood a lot, but only belatedly
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| And those conversations are now only in the mind.
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| And that autumn with pictures in my head,
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| Known only to me.
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| I understood a lot, but only belatedly
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| And those conversations are now only in the mind.
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| And that autumn with pictures in my head,
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| Known only to me. |